Chapter 112

112 Who Is The Mastermind?

Selma Payne’s POV:

After calming down the agitated southern Duke, my father said to the witch, “Now, please take the initiative to explain everything.”

The witch asked with a sneer, “Explain what? As I said, I only wanted to experience the life of a noble lady on a whim.”

“If you still have this attitude, I think I’ll have to get someone to use some rough methods.” My father said solemnly, “Judging from what you said just now, you seem very familiar with the war decades ago. I think you should know what methods the werewolves use to interrogate their enemies on the battlefield. We don’t care if it’s barbaric or not, as long as it’s useful.”

Realizing that my father was not joking, the witch finally panicked and shouted with a pale face, “You can’t do this! If you dare to lay a finger on me, my lord... Master will not let you off! Are you trying to start a second war between the werewolves and witches?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not the one who started this war,” said my father. “You’re a witch who doesn’t want to reveal your name. It’s reasonable for me to fight back. Even satan can’t argue with the Moon Goddess.”

Finally, the witch unwillingly gave in and said resentfully, “My name is Adele, and I’m a wandering witch, so you don’t have to waste your effort to find my clan. I’ve long left that place.”

“Is that so?” My father declined to comment. “Please continue, Adele. Tell me, who ordered you to attack the werewolves?”

“I’ve said that everything is my own will.” Adele shouted impatiently, “No one told me to do it. I just don’t like the werewolves and want to stir trouble. Can’t I?”

“Be honest, witch,” Duke Frank threatened. “Or do you want to taste the werewolves’ abilities? When I was young, I personally interrogated many tough guys, and none of them could maintain their loyalty to satan. Do you want to try?”

Adele struggled, “I’m telling the truth! What do you want me to do? You’re making up a false instigator to use as an excuse to start a war?”

“Superb acting skills, but that can’t hide the fact that you’re guilty.” My father broke through Adele’s line of defense as easily as a master of psychology. “Why do you keep denying the fact that someone instructed you? Is there really no such person? Or, the person ordered you to do something else, and you disobeyed his order and acted on your own, so you’re afraid of being punished?”

Adele trembled and looked at my father in horror as if she was looking at a dinosaur. She didn’t seem to understand how he could hit the nail on the head.

“... There’s no such thing. You’re making things up.” She closed her eyes and shook her head madly. “It was all my plan. The kidnapping of that noble girl and attacking the Sivir Academy, I just loved to see you animals in human skin look pained. It makes me extremely happy, hahaha!”

My father shook his head and said with certainty, “Looks like it’s the second situation. You’d rather take all the responsibility and suffer torture than tell us who the mastermind is. It seems that you believe that person can get you, and then you will be tortured a hundred times more painful than torture, right?”

Adele could not speak at all. She trembled uncontrollably like a mad goat, and her pupils dilated. She seemed to remember something, then cried in pain, “No! No! I was wrong. It’s all my fault! Please forgive me. Don’t blame me, I beg you, Master... Ah!”

She screamed and fainted.

The guard came forward to check and then said to my father, “Your Majesty, she’s unconscious,”

No one had expected things to go in such an absurd direction. The stubborn witch was so scared by her imagination that she fainted.

My father had asked the guards to wake her up, but she seemed to have some spell protecting her.

So, my father asked someone to invite a werewolf grandmaster over. A few minutes later, a tall, middle-aged woman with a bandage on her arm walked into the town hall quickly.

She saluted the people present and then carefully examined the unconscious Adele.

After a while, she said to my parents, “There’s some kind of self-protection spell in her brain that can be activated automatically when she’s in extreme pain. This spell will lose its effect after some time, and it will hurt her brain if she unleashes it by force.”

“Thank you, Mary.” My father nodded and motioned for the guards to send Master Mary back to recuperate.

The main character was unconscious, so the interrogation had to be temporarily put on hold. The elders, who seemed to be of no use, took their leave first. The southern Duke and Duke Frank stayed in the palace, waiting for Adele to wake up so that they could continue the interrogation.

Following behind my mother, I finally had the time to ask, “Where’s Aldrich? Where did he go?”

“Sir Aldrich has rushed to the field to deal with the light cocoon,” my mother replied. “That thing is a ticking bomb. Someone has to supervise it.”